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I used to run with the idiots,
I cut my teeth in one resentful tribe
When something dark lightens up again,
I won’t lie, It feels alright

Who wants a life on a moving train?
The never-ending mountains crawling by,
Pretending I can’t see anything,
No heart, or no eyes

Heatwave, heatwave

Someone will ask “Now where have you been?”
And in the silence, they might crack a smile,
Well, we all know that you’re talented,
But you’re dead, and I’m alive

Heatwave, heatwave

Track Name: The Cockroach

I’m not your friend, my bayonet,
Covered in blood, from hilt to end,
Please understand, it wasn’t my plan,
All that you are, all that you’ve been

I’m in your house, I’m in your bed,
I’m in the walls when you’re sleeping,
I called you up on the weekend,
To see if you’re still ringing

Argue and leave, checking to see,
Who follows out, into the street,
Death is a curse, I will not go first,
Famous last words, “It could have been worse”

I’m in your house, I’m in your bed,
I’m in the walls when you’re sleeping,
I called you up on the weekend,
To see if you’re still ringing

Track Name: Run Like Hell

Hand out all of your love,
There’s a time for walking, otherwise we run,
Barrel, hammer, and stud,
Undone, undone, right now it’s all we’ve got

We’re gonna run like hell,
Like every moment is the middle of summer

Take note all you lost souls,
Got a line you aught to, line you aught to tow,
Tighten all of your bows,
Tie on, tie on, right now it’s all you’ve got

We’re gonna run like hell,
Like every moment is the middle of summer

Track Name: Smoke Eyes

I know all the words you’ve spoken,
All the words you’ll speak,
All the sentences you’ve given up,
How about some music? “Fly Me to the Moon”?
I know that one,
This hole is only getting deeper,
One day I’m shipping home to see her

I’m at the end of my rope,
Under the ashes of the apple blossom,
Your eyes were covered in smoke,
I tried but I choked, to reach your branches

Oh god, someone call a doctor,
Someone call a shrink,
Could you put the coroner on hold?
Once I find a meeting, then I’ll try to stop,
For now I’m stuck,
This hole is only getting deeper
One day I’m shipping home to see her

I’m at the end of my rope,
Under the ashes of the apple blossom,
Your eyes were covered in smoke,
I tried but I choked, to reach your branches

Track Name: New Vinyl

I’m alone, and it lights me up,
All aglow on the tongue

Feeling that pull of the rhythm,
Some understated line to hum,
When I get my glitter I’ll choose one,
Blood on the cover of your new vinyl,
That you bought from a pawnshop,
Feeling that pull on the trigger,
Some other song about a gun,
When I was a child I wrote one,
Blood on the cover of your new vinyl,
That you bought from a pawnshop,
Feeling that pull

On the road, in the aching heat,
Writing songs while you sleep

Feeling that pull of the rhythm,
Some understated line to hum,
When I get my glitter I’ll choose one,
Blood on the cover of your new vinyl,
That you bought from a pawnshop,
Feeling that pull on the trigger,
Some other song about a gun,
When I was a child I wrote one,
Blood on the cover of your new vinyl,
That you bought from a pawnshop,
Feeling that pull